Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Gong,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.